"Ilisa Khan's Ministry, it's over."
Mordan stepped out of the moving luxury car and looked at the sky. The brightness of the sun in the sky has dimmed, and the outline of the moon is quietly visible.
"Your Majesty, what happened?" The high priest, who had roughly arranged his clothes, walked out of the carriage with his charming eyes.
"The energy of the eight great Khans is connected, and I sensed that the tower bones destroyed Eliza's Great Khan!" Mordan sighed softly, "But two mos have passed, and there is no The sun of a new god rises.”
"Ta Gu, failed!"
"Self-destruction!" The spring feeling on the high priest's face receded instantly. She closed her eyes for a moment and opened her eyes. "The mantian has begun to withdraw the power of luck that fell on Ilisa Khan's tribe."
"Mantian..." Mordan looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, but his face looked a little lonely.
The human race often laughs at the barbarian tribes for their chaotic etiquette and rebellious behavior, but in fact all tribes in the barbarian world have corresponding regulations. The Hou Tribe, the King Tribe, the Khan Tribe, including the top Heavenly Tribe, and the Mantian Tribe will allocate corresponding barbaric weather fortunes according to regulations.
With such luck, powerful warriors, skilled sacrificers, and indispensable resources for the development of barbarians can be cultivated.
But luck is limited. For example, no matter how it changes, there are only eight Khan tribes under the barbarian world.
Therefore, even if some tribes produce barbarian gods, they still cannot be promoted if there are no vacancies in the Khan tribe. There is only one way to create a shortage in the Khan Department, which is to destroy the Khan Department's banner.
The big banner is the evidence that Mantian recognizes the tribe.
But because of this, every khan tribe's large banner is protected with the utmost care. The location and method of hiding it are the absolute secrets of each khan tribe, and may even be linked to the lives of one or more people. In this case, if you want to destroy Dahu, it would be more convenient to slaughter the entire Khan tribe.
What's more, the eight Khan tribes are closely connected, and under the auspices of the Golden Horde City, they have already made an agreement with the eight tribes. That is to say, there can be disputes among the Khan tribes, but they are not allowed to target the emperor, otherwise they will fight together.
As for the upward challenge from the king's tribe, that is the survival rule of the Barbarian tribe. However, in the past thousand years, only one king's tribe has succeeded in challenging the Khan tribe, taking away the opponent's luck and being promoted to the Barbarian tribe.
Therefore, in Mantian, only when the tribe is almost extinct will the big banner collapse, in order to give the tribe a chance to fight for its life. And for tribes that have lost their great banners, even if they are not extinct, the barbarian heaven will no longer favor them. At this time, the title of the Khan tribe will disappear. Only by breaking it into pieces and becoming scattered tribes of various sizes can it be possible to regain the savage destiny.
This is also the origin of so many small tribes on the grassland.
Mordan knew what Tower Bone was planning. Ta Gu wanted to use the instant power of the Conferred God to condense Dahu again with his godhead. In fact, many seniors had done this.
However, the tower bone failed!
Mordan narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the day when Tagu personally found him and wanted to participate in the Winter War.
"Mordan, we are all Khan! But have you ever seen a Khan without a Barbarian God?"
"The Human Emperor Lin's Northern Expedition destroyed three of the Eight Great Khans. The Human Emperor Martial made another Northern Expedition and killed the remaining three Barbarian Gods, including you and me."
"Why do you stay in the Southern Territory and fight against the human race year after year? Is it really because Emperor Lin drove him during the Northern Expedition?"
"I don't know how many tribes took refuge in Emperor Lin back then! It's just that there was no Barbarian God to speak for you!"
"I, Ta Gu, am going to take a gamble and ascend to heaven! Are you willing to help me?"
"I would like to become a blood brother with you. If this happens, the light of my divine sun will also shine on the Mordan tribe."
…
"What happened?" As the high priest of the Mordan tribe who arranged the isolation seal together with the high priest of Elisa, he was confused. "Although the Bone Emperor only brought 50,000 barbarian troops, he was the elite of the Khan tribe. Among them There are over a hundred Barbarian Kings. Coupled with the Bone King’s own strength and the self-destruction power of the reborn Dajun, there is no reason why Taiping City cannot be taken!”
Mordan shook his head: He doesn’t know either.
In fact, he knew much more. He knew the existence of the Holy Soul of Taiping City, knew the summons of Taiping Youxiang, and even knew the orbit of the two gods prepared by Ta Gu.
Everything was perfect, but it fell short.
Mordan felt sad in his heart.
A Khan tribe was lost in a battle of this level for the sake of a human race branch city.
Even if Tagu can come back alive, he will not be able to save the huge Ilisa Khan tribe.
When the news spreads, Ilisa Khan's tribe will become the fattest corpse on the grassland, attracting countless vultures.
Mordan knew that among the most powerful vultures, they were the Mordan Khan tribe.
He admired Ta Gu and sincerely became brothers with Ta Gu.
But in the face of Mantian and interests, emotions are not worth mentioning.
"The white wind blowing from the endless ice field has stopped, but the wind under the wild sky has just begun to blow!"
Mordan sighed softly: "Come down and rush back as quickly as possible."
"The most delicious bite of meat should go into my belly, Mordan!"
"yes!"
…
The setting sun is like blood, but not as red as the earth.
The battle in Taiping City is over.
The residents of the city walked out of the dilapidated city gate one after another and began to clean the battlefield.
They did not look at the corpses of the barbarians, which were the trophies of the comrades who came to help.
They dug up the soil and searched inch by inch.
They were looking for the scraps of flesh and bones that could still be left after the peace was restored.
The people of Taiping Academy cannot die quietly in the world like this. Their last wish was to be cast into the Confucian Bone Palace to protect future generations.
My predecessors scattered their souls to save me, and I will be my heroic soul to protect my descendants.
The sound of war agitation will be heard one day, and he will enter the battlefield again to kill the barbarian god.
"Here, it must be here!" Wang Xuance dug desperately, and behind him was a long ravine. Suddenly, Wang Xuance's movements stopped, and the tears that had been suppressed suddenly burst out of his eyes.
He carefully pulled his discovery out of the dirt, a brown antler with blood stains on it.
"Senior Lu..." Wang Xuance burst into tears.
Logically, he should have died. At the last moment, it was Lu Nianfeng who rescued him from the battle formation.
Wang Xuance took off his unhurried clothes, carefully wrapped the antlers, and rushed to the Confucian Bone Hall in the city.
…
When Chen Luo passed by the Confucian Bone Hall, he heard the sound of the piano coming from inside.
Walking into the Confucian Bone Hall, two people sat opposite each other, one played the piano, and the other closed his eyes and listened.
The sound of the piano is deep, but the tune it plays is magnificent and vast, as if the human race has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains before its eyes. The melodious tunes echoed in the Confucian Bone Hall. Chen Luo sat cross-legged and listened quietly.
Finally, with the last plucking of the strings, a drop of tear fell on the strings, turning into water droplets and scattering in all directions. The sound of the piano trembled slightly, like a warning. The piano player pressed the strings with both hands and looked at the old man in front of him who was listening to the piano.
The old man had a smile on his face, but he had been dead for a long time.
"My condolences, layman!" Chen Luo said softly.
The person who played the piano was none other than Wu Yihang, a Hanqin layman from Baizhan Hall who came to Taiping City from Wanren Mountain. The old man in front of him said "The soul is back", using his own soul as a guide to summon the souls of thousands of heroes. Wu Tianjia, the great scholar guarding the Confucian Bone Palace, wakes up and joins the war.
In front of Wu Tianjia, there are still four bloody poems left.
The majesty is still too weak, but the loyalty will shine through the ages.
I have not served my country in this life, but I will keep it as a tribute to my loyal soul.
"I was originally a runaway slave from the barbarian tribe!" Wu Yihang said softly, "I have been taught by a teacher, and I am like a teacher and a father."
"Teacher, since he became a great Confucian, he has never left the Confucian Bone Hall in his whole life. He loves to listen to the sound of my piano the most. He said that the sound of my piano can illuminate the mountains and rivers."
"The mountains and rivers are safe, and the hero's soul rests in peace. He will feel at ease."
Chen Luo listened quietly.
When Wu Yihang arrived at Taiping City, the war had come to an end. The great scholar fell from the sky and killed a barbarian king with his guqin.
"Uncle Wuli has broken the sealing formation, and people from Wanren Mountain will be here soon." Chen Luo replied.
Wu Yihang nodded: "Marquis Wu, next I want to transform my family, country, and world. Please help me tell the Minister of War. Wu Yihang, return to Taiping City."
"I will guard this Confucian Bone Hall."
As he spoke, he looked down at the guqin in his hand and shook his head slightly.
“My mentor has passed away, and who can see the mountains and rivers in the harp?
"I won't play the piano anymore!"
As he spoke, the strings broke and the body of the instrument broke. He stood up slowly and walked towards Wu Tianjia. With every step he took, Wu Tianjia's figure became more illusory. When Wu Yihang stood in front of Wu Tianjia, Chen Luo seemed to see Wu Tianjia slowly getting up, saluting Wu Yihang, and then slowly It rose up and merged into the Confucian Bone Palace.
Wu Yihang returned the salute to the void, sat in the same posture where Wu Tianjia disappeared, and slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Luo stood up, bowed deeply to Wu Yihang, who was already in meditation, and turned to leave.
Not long after Chen Luo left, Wang Xuance walked into the Confucian Bone Hall.
Wang Xuance first saw Wu Yihang who was in meditation. He was silent for a moment and saluted respectfully. Then he walked to a big cauldron in the middle of the Confucian Bone Hall, took out the antlers in his hand and slowly put them into the cauldron.
He looked around the Confucian Bone Hall and said softly: "President Zhang, Wu Daru, Su Daru, Ping Ping, An An, and all the gentlemen and classmates, Taiping City is still there!"
"Have a good sleep."
"Taipingcheng students who study abroad will all come back, and Taipingcheng will not collapse."
"Forgive me, Wang Xuance, for not staying. Today I will leave the sky and enter the barbarian world."
"wait me back."
"Human, or soul!"
…
Inside Taiping City.
Groups of Dongcang warriors could be seen everywhere, avoiding the sad residents of Taiping City, trying not to show their inner excitement, but talking to each other seriously.
"Brother Li, how was the harvest?"
"Yes, I got more than fifty drops of stubborn blood. Brother Huang, what about you?"
"Hey, I followed behind to pick up the leak, and took a small bottle of blood essence of the barbarian. How can I beat this blood-raising illusion!"
"Young Master. I exchanged the essence and blood with Qi Luo or handed it over to Lunjian Pavilion. I have more essence and blood than I had before."
"It's not worth mentioning, have you heard? Adamo, Ren Ji, Su Qianqian, Song Wuji, and Qin Yu, who recently showed up, five people joined forces and killed a handsome man!"
"Hey, I heard about it. We don't understand the world of geniuses! But it is estimated that many people will advance to the blood-ascension realm this time, and it will be even more difficult to fight in Lunjian Pavilion!"
"Yeah... digest the harvest quickly."
"Yeah, yeah, that's right!"
…
Jin Guagua looked at the crowd in front of him and frowned slightly.
"Gua...(What kind of thank you gift?)"
"Hey... (Do you look down on me? No!)"
"Quack! (Those elixirs are for you!)"
A warrior squeezed out and said with a smile: "Master Gua, you can't do this. We warriors must repay our kindness."
"You saved us by donating elixirs on the battlefield. We have gained something, so of course we have to share half of it with you!"
"If you don't accept it, we won't have clear ideas and will go crazy. Everyone, don't you think so?"
The crowd shouted: "Yes!"
"Take it, take it!" everyone said, placing the thank-you gifts they had prepared in front of Jin Guagua, turned around and ran away.
Jin Guagua frowned at the dense harvest and sighed.
"Hey. (I just want to spend some money!)"
"Quaa? (Why are the people I rescued so lucky and gained so much?)"
"Gua... (This money is spent more and more...)"
…
At the same time, a familiar figure was listening to the two great scholars.
"What? The heroes of the Romance of the Yangtze River appear together, their military strength is established, and the four books appear in the world!"
"What? Yaizhen appears, even if he is far away, he will be killed!"
"What? Three hundred righteous men died, and eight thousand Confucian scholars brought peace?"
"What? Broken the scroll, summoned the holy soul, peace and prosperity!"
"What? The track of the two gods? Master Hou's luck is like a waterfall?"
"What? The primitive god is dying and escaping with blood dripping?"
The figure was shaking all over, and the brush he was about to record was broken.
"What did I miss?"
"Youyou Cang Tian, how can you treat me less favorably?"
Looking at the sad and angry old man in front of him, the fat scholar quickly comforted him: "Oh, Mr. Sima, you are so irritable..."
"Calm down!"
"Aren't we the same as you said?"
Sima Lie waited for the fat and thin scholars in front of him: "Hmph, can it be the same?"
"You don't understand!"
Sima Lie thought for a while.
"How about catching up on what happened after the war?"
"Write that I will personally watch it?"
"As for how future generations will understand what I observed, whether it was the whole process or just after the war, that's a matter of opinion."
"Well...this method is feasible."
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