In the northern wilderness, the sun sets in the west and dusk has arrived.
The setting sun is like blood, reflecting this endless wild snowfield, the sky and the earth are wrapped in white, and the cold wind is like a knife, adding to the coldness, chill, desolation and vastness.
The Northern Wilderness is a vast territory, dominated by grasslands, with barren mountains and rivers, and a harsh and changeable climate. Therefore, farming is not prosperous and civility is difficult to achieve. It is a barbaric land that even the gods seem to despise. Therefore, for thousands of years, civilization has Never seen before in this barren and harsh land. The people who live here are brave and fierce, respect strength, have been barbaric as companions all their lives, and are enemies of heaven and earth. As a result, a unique barbaric bloodline was born, and this barbaric ethnic group that is feared by the world has been Collectively called - barbarians.
In the setting sun, among the rolling snowfield mountains, a cavalry team of three hundred people was walking slowly forward through two feet of snow. The leader was sitting on horseback, and the setting sun reflected on the integrated black armor, outlining a perfect and powerful figure. It was a direct manifestation of powerful power, exuding an aura that made people dare not disobey. The power of domination.
Behind this man, the three hundred cavalry were silent, but in the silence, there was a heavy murderous aura. The cold air between heaven and earth seemed to be eclipsed in front of these three hundred cavalry.
The man in the black iron armor is none other than Longri Kuangyang of the Fengyan Tribe of the Barbarians, and what follows behind him is the Fengyan Iron Cavalry that makes the entire barbarian tribe fear him.
That night, Longri Kuangyang led three hundred Fengyan cavalry suddenly appeared at the Xiaoyang Pass on the northern border of the Dayong Dynasty. Not only did he break through the defense line of the northern border army with his own strength, he planted the Fengyan tribe's battle flag. At the head of Xiaoyang Pass, he smashed the gate of Xiaoyang Pass with one blow, and easily defeated the "Barbarian Tiger" Shi Man, the captain of the Huya Camp in the frontier army of Zhenbianfu, and finally retreated calmly. , the situation between the Central Plains Dynasty and the Northern Wilderness barbarians, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, suddenly fell into an unprecedented and extremely tense situation.
After that night, Longri Kuangyang calmly retreated from Xiaoyang Pass, leading three hundred Fengyan cavalry on the way back to the wild wilderness.
But the speed of their advance was not fast. In one day and one night, they only traveled less than three hundred miles. Considering the wind-like maneuverability of the Fengyan Iron Cavalry, this speed was no different than walking.
This situation is indeed a bit strange. The Longri Kuangyang soldiers came to Xiaoyang Pass and made a provocative move that was enough to provoke a war between Dayong and the barbarians. If the Dayong border army launched a large-scale pursuit at this moment, with this marching speed, It's like digging your own grave. There are many doubters among the Fengyan cavalry, but in front of Longri Kuangyang, who has the highest authority and absolute power among the barbarians, no one dares to question the orders of the wolf master of the Fengyan tribe.
Longri Kuangyang was in front of the cavalry team. He sat upright on horseback with his arms folded, letting the horse move forward slowly. His powerful figure exuded a heavy sense of oppression. Under his helmet, the wild hero There was no expression on his straight face, but there was a cold look in his blue eyes.
The slowly advancing team came to the foot of a low mountain slope. The dragon sun suddenly looked up and looked ahead. Between the rolling mountains in the far distance, a blood-red sunset happened to sink into the mountains, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened. , night is about to fall.
Longri Kuangyang raised his hand gently, and Heerchi, who was following him, immediately turned his horse's head and gave an order to the cavalry team in barbarian language: "Stop!"
The already unhappy cavalry team suddenly stopped. Longri Kuangyang raised his eyes and looked around, and said to Heerchi in a barbarian language: "Rest where you are." After saying that, he straightened up, turned over lightly and dismounted, and walked towards the bottom of the slope like a leisurely stroll. .
He Erchi immediately dismounted and quickly took out a roll of animal skin from his horse. He quickly rushed to Longri Kuangyang and unfolded the roll of animal skin on the snow.
Long Ri Kuangyang glanced at his cronies with satisfaction, and then sat down cross-legged. The jet-black armor seemed heavy and airtight, but it did not affect his movements at all, as if the tightly fitting black armor pieces were originally integrated with his body.
Heerchi took out another water bag from his waist, held it in front of Long Ri Kuangyang with both hands, and said respectfully: "Lord Wolf, drink some water."
Longri Kuangyang said calmly: "Bring me some wine."
He Erchi was a close confidant who had followed Longri Kuangyang for many years. He was well aware of all his habits. Hearing this, he immediately turned around and got off the horse.
He took out another small leather bag from the leather bag and handed it to Longri Kuangyang with both hands.
Long Ri Kuangyang opened the cork of the leather bag, raised his head slightly and took a sip. Although he is a majestic and arrogant king of the clan, his behavior is quite elegant, which is very inconsistent with the temperament and image of other barbarians.
Longri Kuangyang took another sip of wine slowly, then threw it to Heerchi and said calmly: "Take a couple of sips."
He Erchi's face was filled with joy. The wine in the skin was not produced by the barbarians, but came from merchants from the Central Plains. It was regarded as a treasure and only the leaders of the barbarian tribes were eligible to enjoy it. He Erchi had tasted the wine and never forgot it. Seeing that Long Ri Kuangyang had given him two sips, He Erchi was very happy. He took the wine bag, put it to his nose and took a few deep breaths with a look of satisfaction on his face. When the barbarian cavalry nearby saw this, they all showed envious expressions. ..
For thousands of years, the barbarians did not engage in farming. They could only make a living by nomadic herding in the barren northern wilderness. Therefore, things such as wine, tea, salt, cloth, etc., which were extremely common in the Central Plains, were rare in the eyes of the barbarians. Rare things, but they did not have the means to make such items, and these things were also necessary for the survival of the barbarians. Therefore, in recent years, there have been frequent trade activities between Central Plains merchants and barbarians on the northwest border, and the two sides exchanged what they needed. As the highest authority in the northwest, Zhenbian Mansion also turned a blind eye to this. But the barbarians are just a barbaric tribe after all. Their valuable supplies are extremely limited, so the items that can usually be exchanged from merchants from the Central Plains are also very few, which cannot meet the growing needs of the barbarians. Therefore, in recent years, there are often small groups of barbarians on the border. Secretly plundered the Central Plains caravan and robbed all kinds of supplies. Especially in the past year, border business travelers have not only been robbed frequently, but many Central Plains people have also disappeared mysteriously and their whereabouts are unknown. So far, no secrets have been discovered.
Heerchi took two sips of wine with an expression as if he was tasting the most delicious food in the world. He smacked his lips, looking like he was having endless aftertaste. He returned the wine bag to Longri Kuangyang and asked cautiously: "Lord Wolf, are you still going?"
Long Ri Kuangyang slowly took a sip of wine, his eyes drifted to the direction he came from, and said calmly: "There's no rush, it won't be too late to leave after you have a full stomach."
"Yes." Heer understood with all his heart and immediately turned around and left. He separated thirty barbarians and ordered them to look for food.
Thirty barbarian cavalry led the order and rode away.
The Fengyan tribe is the most powerful tribe among the barbarians. They have the most powerful warriors and the most sophisticated war horses. Therefore, Fengyan's iron cavalry has been a nightmare for the entire Northern Wilderness for thousands of years. With "its wind-like speed, it invades It is no exaggeration to describe the Fengyan Iron Cavalry with these two famous military sayings. Especially after the rise of the Dragon Sun, the Fengyan tribe has become stronger and stronger day by day, and has the potential to become the leader of the five barbarian tribes.
The Feng Yan Iron Cavalry is a powerful force in all tribes in the Northern Wilderness. They move quickly and come and go like the wind god. They never carry luggage when going out, and sometimes they don't even bring food, because they have long been accustomed to surviving in harsh environments. Robbery of others, hunting of wild animals, etc. are their means and only rules of survival. In the barbarian bloodline formed by the barbarians for thousands of years, all life in the wild grasslands can become their supplies, which is why they have created their unique strong physique and bloodline.
As night falls, the wild land falls into an icy silence. But this kind of environment has long been accustomed to the Fengyan Iron Cavalry. Their strong body can withstand the biting cold. This is a unique talent born in the long and bitter years, and it is also one of the conditions for them to survive here.
Under the low hillside, the Fengyan Cavalry rested on the spot in a team of thirty people, forming a temporary camp. After a while, the thirty cavalrymen who had gone out returned one after another. On their horses were hung rabbits, antelopes, wild deer and other wild animals that they had hunted, as well as many dead trees and branches.
After a while, a bonfire was lit in the camp. The cavalrymen disembowelled the hunted beasts with rough and swift movements. After simply cleaning it with snow, they began to barbecue. For the barbarians, they never know what exquisite and normal food is. They can swallow anything that can fill their stomachs. This primitive and barbaric living habit can be regarded as their unique talent.
There was also a fire in front of Long Ri Kuangyang. He Erchi was patiently roasting a fat wild deer. The deer meat was sizzling with oil. In the blazing fire, Long Ri Kuangyang's face flickered.
, gloomy and uncertain.
Soon after, the barbecue was half cooked, and the barbarian cavalry were impatient. Someone took out a small bag from his body, poured some coarse salt from it and sprinkled it on the barbecue. The blade cuts flesh and fills the belly.
Heerchi also took out a small bag, poured some coarse salt from it and sprinkled it on the tender venison. Then he cut a piece of meat with a knife and put it into his mouth to try it. He nodded with satisfaction.
The Fengyan cavalry does not need to bring any luggage or rations when going out, but there are a few things that will never be missing, namely war horses, weapons, water and coarse salt.
Heerchi cut off a large piece of meat and handed it to Longri Kuangyang. The latter inserted the meat into his mouth with a knife and chewed it slowly. He'erchi also cut a piece of meat and ate it, and suddenly said: "Lord Wolf, this thing called salt is really strange. It doesn't look special, but when you sprinkle it on the food, it will turn out to be particularly delicious. Taste. How do you make something like this? Why can’t we make it?”
"Did you just realize it now?" Long Ri Kuangyang slowly swallowed the meat in his mouth and said calmly: "You should ask those Central Plains people about this question." He suddenly said lightly and continued: " I almost forgot that you killed many Central Plains people who were captured by us." His tone was very calm, but his eyes suddenly froze when he looked at Heerchi.
Heerchi was startled and felt the coldness in his eyes. He hurriedly knelt on the ground, put his head in the deep snow, and said in a trembling voice: "Heerchi knows his crime, please spare his life, Lord Wolf."
Longri Kuangyang gently stroked the sharp blade with his fingers, and asked in a calm tone: "Heerchi, do you know why those Central Plains people always call us barbarians?"
He Erchi buried his head deeper and his burly body trembled slightly. He did not dare to answer this question because he had never thought about it.
The barbarian cavalry not far from the two of them all looked over in surprise.
"You can't answer because you have never thought of the answer." Longri Kuangyang's tone was deep and his eyes were sharp and cold: "The reason why they call us barbarians is because in their eyes, we only know how to fight and kill. There is no such thing as civilization among the barbaric tribes. Although our Guwu tribe is the most powerful ethnic group in the world, we have to admit that except for blood, we are inferior to those from the Central Plains in many places. The salt we eat, the wine we drink, and the clothes we wear are not created by ourselves, but these things are derived from that thing called civilization. This is the difference between us and them. If We don’t want to live forever in a deserted land that even gods have abandoned. If we want to have the same things as them, we must leave the wilderness to conquer them, and if we want to conquer them, we must understand and learn everything about them.”
The barbarian cavalry suddenly fell silent. Although they didn't quite understand Long Ri Kuangyang's words, no one dared to express doubts.
Longri Kuangyang's gaze slowly swept over their faces and continued: "We, the Guwu clan, are the descendants of the Creation God. We have the supreme and powerful bloodline. We should have become the masters of this earth, but for thousands of years, Since then, the Guwu clan can only survive in this desolate land that even the gods despise, willing to be with wild beasts and wind and snow. Although we can ride the fastest horses and kill the most ferocious ligers, we can’t brew delicious food. We cannot weave fine clothes, and even coarse salt must be exchanged with the Central Plains people. But we who claim to be the most powerful existence on this earth, not only have no one ever thought about this problem, but we have also changed the name barbarian Don’t you all think it’s a shame to put it on our own heads with peace of mind?”
Long Ri Kuangyang's words were not loud, but when the Feng Yan Cavalry heard it, bursts of thunder seemed to sound, making everyone lower their heads. The temporarily formed camp suddenly fell into silence, and everyone felt a deep sense of humiliation from Long Ri Kuangyang's words.
Longri Kuangyang kicked Heerchi. The latter raised his head in panic, but saw Longri Kuangyang looking towards the sky. He suddenly sighed lightly: "No one in the Guwu clan has thought about these things before. Even if some people have had such thoughts, they don't have the courage to try to change because they have never seen how big the world outside the Northern Wilderness is. They are afraid of failure. The fear and cowardice hidden in their strong bodies make them just want to Spend your whole life huddled in this desolation
The land is just living in elegance. "
Everyone's eyes were focused on the young and tyrannical Fengyan Wolf Lord. At this moment, they suddenly realized that when Longri Kuangyang said these words, he seemed to be out of tune with them, as if they did not share the same blood. People of the same tribe.
"I have long said that those Central Plains people we captured are not for you to kill at will. Our people from the Fengyan tribe are all warriors. Warriors should fight against enemies who are also warriors. That is the blood of the ancient martial arts. The true glory of the people." Longri Kuangyang took a sip of wine, exhaled a breath of cold air, and looked at Heerchi: "Heerchi, you and they may both think that those Central Plains people are weak. Their bodies, blood, and courage are stronger than If you are not as good as us, you can be slaughtered by us like rabbits on the grassland, but have you ever thought about why those seemingly weak Central Plains people have allowed such a powerful Guwu tribe to live in this world for thousands of years? A wild land?"
He Erchi was in a daze and couldn't help wiping off the snow on his face. He looked at Long Ri Kuangyang's plain expression and his heart trembled, but he didn't dare not answer. Because he knew that the calmer Long Sun Kuangyang was, the more terrible anger would erupt.
Longri Kuangyang is recognized by the barbarians as the most powerful warrior in the past century. People with the "Power of Chaos" bloodline that the barbarians are proud of have always been indifferent to joy and anger. Whether it is the Fengyan tribe or the entire barbarians, Almost no one dared to defy his will. Among the barbarians who respected strength, Longri Kuangyang was the omnipotent god of war.
Heerchi swallowed a sip of saliva and answered cautiously: "Because those Central Plains people will come up with a lot of weird things. The high walls they built blocked the powerful cavalry of our ancient martial arts tribe."
Long Ri Kuangyang nodded slightly, quite satisfied with his answer. He casually threw the wine bag to Heerchi and said slowly and deeply: "So we have to learn from those Central Plains people. Although this will not succeed overnight, if we want to conquer them, this is what we must do. The people of the Central Plains have a very good saying in the art of war, which is to know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Since I, Longri Kuangyang, have the blood of noble ancient martial arts flowing in my body, then I must let Feng Yan’s cavalry break through their city wall. Let countless Central Plains people kneel at my feet."
At this moment, a very domineering aura burst out from him, vividly demonstrating his firm will and huge ambition.
The entire Feng Yan Department knows that Long Ri Kuangyang has been interested in everything in the Central Plains for a long time to the point of being almost obsessed. Not only has he learned the pure Central Plains language, but he can also write the Central Plains characters and read the books of the Central Plains people, so Now what he said was beyond the understanding of many barbarians and seemed particularly different. Because the barbarians have never explored the meaning of so-called "civilization". In the eyes of today's barbarians, Longri Kuangyang is gradually losing the aura of his own race, and seems to be becoming more and more like a Central Plains person.
But no one dared to question and criticize Longri Kuangyang for this, because he possessed unparalleled power. No matter whether what he said was correct or not, everyone could only obey unconditionally.
Heerchi respectfully said: "The Wolf Lord is the invincible God of War bestowed by the God of Creation to the Ancient Martial Clan. Although those Central Plains people are cunning, they will fight with all their might. They are just like the sheep on the grassland. Heerchi believes that it won't be long before the Wolf Lord It will lead us to become the masters of the entire earth."
"Put away your arrogance!" A cold light suddenly flashed in Long Ri Kuangyang's dark blue eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The Central Plains is vast, rich in resources, beautiful and prosperous, far beyond your imagination, and the Central Plains people are by no means what you say. They are so vulnerable. Although their bodies and horses are not as good as ours, they have something more terrifying than their bodies and courage, and that is wisdom. Wisdom allows them to learn to create, allowing them to build walls and make Weapons. And what you call cunning is also a kind of wisdom. The reason why we have not been able to break through their walls for thousands of years is because we are not as cunning as they are."
Heerchi was deeply dissatisfied, and he plucked up the courage to argue: "No matter how cunning the prey on the grassland is, it cannot escape our bows and arrows. In the face of powerful power, any cunning thing is useless. The Wolf Lord has the power of chaos." The God of War has God-given power, and the city walls of the Central Plains people cannot stop the Wolf Lord's fist. If the Wolf Lord had given the order that night, we would have already entered their city gates."
Long Ri Kuangyang looked at his cronies looking so serious. He was not angry.
, suddenly smiled softly.
"It seems that some changes still take time."
Longri Kuangyang suddenly murmured to himself in Central Plains dialect: "Blind confidence, short-sightedness, and contempt for others are also the fatal weaknesses of everyone."
Heerchi saw that his tone was strange and that he was not familiar with the Central Plains dialect and could not understand the meaning of those simple idioms. He tentatively asked: "Lord Wolf, are there any enemies among those Central Plains people who can become your opponent? ?」
Longri Kuangyang said calmly: "He'erchi, what do you think of the people fighting with me under that night city?"
He Erchi raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Although that Central Plains man is very strong, he was easily defeated by the Wolf Lord, and he doesn't look very good."
Long Ri Kuangyang glanced at him and said coldly: "The reason why he lost was because his opponent was me. If it were you fighting him, do you think you could win him?"
The Central Plains man they were talking about was Shi Man, who was known as the "Barbarian Tiger".
Hearing this, Heerchi couldn't help but recall the situation under Xiaoyangguan City that night, and his expression changed slightly. Although they were far away from the city gate at that time, they could see everything happening under the city very clearly. Shiman faced the invincible dragon sun of the barbarians. Regardless of the victory or defeat, they only talked about the courage to take action. The color is enough to impress everyone.
Heerchi thought for a moment, and his face gradually darkened. He lowered his head and said with some reluctance: "He is a very strong warrior, and Heerchi is no match for him."
"Very good. You are not too stupid if you can see your own weaknesses." Long Ri Kuangyang said: "There are not many people like him in the border of the Central Plains, and their leader, the man named Wei Changxin's guy is said to be a very powerful person. In addition, they also have many powerful things. For example, the iron arrows shot from the top of the city that night were extremely powerful. They should be weapons specially used to deal with our iron cavalry. .”
Hearing this, Heerchi thought of the details that he had not paid much attention to before and immediately stopped talking. He pondered for a while and said, "Heerchi somewhat understands why the Wolf Lord did not order the attack on the city."
"The city will be attacked sooner or later, but not now, because the timing is not good enough." Long Ri Kuangyang said calmly: "Although we are entrusted by others to dispatch this time, it can be regarded as an opportunity to knock down the mountain and shake the tiger. We must let Wei Changxin and those Central Plains people know that their peaceful days are numbered."
He Erchi frowned and said, "Lord Wolf, what kind of person is Wei Changxin? You seem to care about him very much?"
"It's precisely because I don't know what kind of person he is that I really want to see him soon." Long Ri Kuangyang squinted his eyes and looked to the east, his tone was a little deeper, and he said to himself: "Over the years, we have collected a lot of intelligence on the Yong Dynasty border troops and have a certain understanding of them, but Wei Changxin is not among them. Although this person is well-known and has the power to dominate, he himself is extremely low-key. It seems that He is a person who will not be easily understood by others. This kind of person is the most elusive and the most dangerous. Others know that he is like a sharp knife, but they don’t know when this knife will come out. Wherever he cuts, that's where he's in danger..."
Long Ri's arrogant personality is just like his name, full of confidence and arrogance, with powerful force that is invincible to the wild, but what makes him different from others is that although he is arrogant and domineering, he is never arrogant. He paused and suddenly grinned: "Since ancient times, heroes have been afraid of loneliness because they have no rivals, so I very much hope that Wei Changxin is the opponent who can be on par with me. Only enemies who are strong enough are qualified to witness my success. The moment the Flame Iron Cavalry broke through the border of the Central Plains."
Heerchi didn't quite understand what the Wolf Lord said, but he didn't need to use his brains to force himself to understand. As the people of the Fengyan Tribe, they only needed to understand one thing, and that was to follow in the footsteps of their God of War, the Wolf Lord. They firmly believe that Long Ri Kuang Yang will lead them to realize that ideal.
"Lord Wolf, you said that the Central Plains is very big. Apart from the frontier soldiers on the border, are there any other powerful people in the Central Plains?" Heerchi took a sip of wine and asked casually.
Long Ri Kuangyang did not answer immediately. He looked deeply in the direction of Zhongyuan, his eyes deep and obscure. After a while, he
He said slowly: "Of course."
He Erchi continued to ask with great interest: "Who are they? If one day our Feng Yan cavalry steps into the Central Plains, will they also be our enemies?"
"Those people do not belong to the Great Yong Court. In the Kyushu of the Central Plains, they are called people in the martial arts world. In some cases, they and the court are in opposing positions." Longri Kuangyang said slowly: "As for whether it is Our enemy, this is a question with no precise answer, maybe yes, maybe not..."
Long Ri Kuangyang suddenly stopped talking. His eyes were briefly dazed, as if he suddenly recalled something.
He Erchi didn't notice anything strange about the Wolf Lord. He said excitedly: "It seems that the Central Plains is really an interesting place. After our Fengyan Iron Cavalry breaks through the windy city, we must go and take a good look."
Long Ri Kuangyang lowered his gaze and said nothing.
After Heerchi took a sip of wine, he found that the wine bag was empty. He asked with some lingering thoughts: "Lord Wolf, when will we return to Fengyan City? Heerchi didn't drink enough wine."
Fengyan City is one of the fifteen cities in the wilderness, and it is also the headquarters of the Fengyan Department.
"If you haven't drunk enough, just hold it in. We have a lot of things to do when we come out this time." Long Ri Kuangyang said lightly: "Besides, there are some people I haven't seen yet."
"Meeting someone?" Heerchi frowned and said, "Who does the wolf want to see?"
Long Ri Kuangyang raised his head and looked into the depths of the snowfield to the east. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Here he comes."
Heerchi was startled when he saw the wolf master's expression was different. He hurriedly followed the gaze of Long Ri and saw the shadows of two horses vaguely appearing in the deep night in the distance.
In the east of the night sky, a cold moon has risen for some time. The cold moonlight breaks through the clouds and casts a faint layer of hazy brilliance on this endless snowfield. As a result, the snow becomes whiter and the wind becomes colder.
Two horses came from the east in the endless night, wearing cloaks and walking on the snow, neither fast nor slow. The two figures on the horses rose and fell slightly with the movement of the horses' hooves.
Long Ri Kuangyang tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, just looking at the two horses slowly approaching in the distance.
"Who is that person?" Heerchi was startled and stood up instinctively, holding the handle of the knife on his shoulder with his backhand.
The three hundred Fengyan cavalry in the camp noticed the two horses one after another. The barbarians have lived in the wilderness for many years, and the extremely harsh environment has made them unusually sensitive to danger. There was a commotion in the camp, and everyone quickly stood up and picked up their weapons. All of a sudden, they raised their swords and spears and unloaded their bows and arrows. He looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Long Ri Kuangyang looked at the two horses getting closer and closer with interest, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The two riders had no intention of stopping and were still walking slowly towards the camp.
The Fengyan Cavalry fell silent, and everyone's expressions were filled with grim expressions. Under such circumstances, to be able to approach their camp so blatantly and unhurriedly, it is obvious that the comer is not a good person and is definitely not an ordinary person.
The Fengyan cavalry on the outside of the camp all stepped forward, gripped their swords, axes and iron spears tightly, and aimed their bows at the full moon, aiming at the two uninvited guests.
The two of them rode together and rode slowly to the front of the camp, reining in the reins and stopping at the same time. Only then did everyone see clearly through the firelight and moonlight. Both of them were wearing hoods, black scarves and cloaks. Their faces could not be distinguished. They could only see that one person was unusually tall and strong, and he was carrying a seven-eight-foot-long gun on his back. The sword is not a huge weapon, but the sword is not a sword. The two eyes behind the mask are like copper bells, as if there is cold light bursting out. He is sitting on the horse like a hill, powerful and tyrannical. Compared with him, the other man was tall and thin, and although his face was covered, his eyes had a sparkle and an extraordinary bearing. The two of them stood side by side, forming a striking contrast.
The thin masked man looked up and saw that the camp looked like it was facing a formidable enemy. His eyes flashed. Then he slowly scanned all the Feng Yan Cavalry and suddenly nodded slightly.
He lightly held the horse's belly and took a few steps. The Fengyan cavalry on the periphery suddenly shouted aggressively in barbarian language: "Stop, who is coming?" Various weapons such as knives, axes, hammers, and spears were set out to block the intersection, forcing them to To that person and horse.
The man had no choice but to rein in his horse again. Seeing this,
Even in the tense situation, he didn't panic at all. He put his hands on the horse's back and suddenly said loudly in barbarian language: "Is this the Feng Yan Iron Cavalry that shocked the Northern Wasteland? It seems to be quite imposing." As soon as he said this, everyone was startled. , I didn’t expect that the other party would actually reply in barbaric language. Some shrewd cavalrymen couldn't help but take a few more glances at the huge and burly man, wondering if they were also barbarians?
Hearing that the other party spoke the same language, the Fengyan Cavalry's tension eased slightly, but they still did not get out of the way.
The man was sitting upright on horseback, looking calm and composed. He raised his eyes slightly and looked down the low slope in the camp, and suddenly said in a deep voice in barbarian language: "I am from the Western Territory, and I came here to pay a visit to Feng Yan Longri. Wolf Lord, I wonder where the Wolf Lord is?" His tone was low, but as soon as the words came out, they flew past everyone's ears like a strong wind, and reached Longri Kuangyang's ears in the camp from a distance.
He Erchi's expression suddenly changed, knowing that the person coming was definitely no ordinary person, so he couldn't help but look at Longri Kuangyang.
Long Ri Kuangyang's thick eyebrows slightly frowned. He didn't answer. He just grabbed a large ball of snow from the snow and kneaded it into a big snowball. Then he suddenly raised his hand and the snowball suddenly turned into an afterimage and passed over everyone's heads. , whizzing and flying toward the head of the man on horseback outside.
Longri Kuangyang was at least twenty feet away from the two masked men. From such a long distance, the snowball flew towards them in the blink of an eye like lightning and flint, and from the howling wind, it could be seen that It can be seen that the snowball is not only extremely fast, but also contains extremely strong power.
He Erchi's eyelids twitched, wondering why their wolf master took action without saying a word.
Longri Kuangyang was born with divine power and possessed unparalleled power. If the snowball he swung casually hit an ordinary person's head, his brain would burst and die on the spot.
But the man on the horse was indeed unusual. He had sharp eyes. He saw a white shadow suddenly shot out from the low slope in the distance. His eyes immediately froze. But in this instant, the snowball had already hit him. Only a few feet away.
Faced with such a sudden change, the man was only slightly surprised. He still sat on the horseback calmly and calmly. Then he raised his right hand slightly, stretched out a smooth-skinned five-fingered palm, and faced the snow with extraordinary speed and strength. The ball was caught in the air.
At that moment, everyone saw that there seemed to be a ball of scarlet mist steaming out from the man's slender palm, instantly wrapping the snowball as if it was fired by a strong bow and crossbow. The air of blood mist wrapped around him and stopped in front of that person's palm, making it impossible to move even an inch further.
The masked man laughed, and amid the stunned expressions of everyone, the snowball silently melted into a white mist and disappeared without a trace.
"Lord Long Sun Wolf is indeed a bit different." The masked man chuckled, and his voice floated across a distance of tens of feet to the foot of the low slope: "Could this be the hospitality method of the powerful Feng Yan Department in the Northern Wilderness? Dao?"
Down the low slope, Long Ri Kuangyang's eyes were as sharp and cold as an eagle. He stared at the two people and two horses outside the camp, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Are you Chong Yuan?"
The tone is low, but it is like thunder waves splashing in the wind, and the sound is powerful and powerful. A sharp light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the masked man. No one saw any movement from him. He suddenly stood up from the horse and flew out from above everyone's heads like a black cloud, heading straight down the short slope. go.
As soon as this person moved, the unusually burly man behind him who was carrying a giant blade suddenly left his horse and jumped out. His body was like a mountain in the sky, which was completely different from the erratic and nimble movement of his companion. The cavalrymen felt a mountain-like figure above their heads blowing past with a strong wind, and heard a huge earthquake in their ears. When they looked around again, the burly man had already landed five or six feet away from the crowd outside, and his feet passed by. Snow was flying on the snow, and the footsteps were as heavy as thunder as they rushed straight towards the low slope.
He Erchi's eyes widened, watching the erratic black cloud-like figure outside the crowd coming across the sky like a ghost. He was suddenly frightened and pulled out the thick-backed sword behind him with a clang, and rushed towards Long Ri Kuangyang. forward.
In just a moment, the masked man easily crossed a distance of more than twenty feet, and swept down the short slope like a shadow in the wind. Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, he landed lightly on He'er's naked body. forward.
He Erchi was stunned and stood on the spot holding the big knife, his feet motionless as if they were nailed to the snow. He was born among the barbarians.
After living for more than twenty years, except for the wolf master Longri Kuangyang, he has never seen another person with such miraculous powers.
At the same time, the masked giant man was striding towards the low slope. The cavalrymen hurriedly came to their senses, yelled and cursed, and swarmed around. They rushed towards the giant man with their weapons drawn, intending to block his steps.
The giant man said nothing, and Tong Ling's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light. He stretched out a huge, rough hand with muscles and muscles, and slowly pressed the giant blade behind him.
Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Long Ri Kuangyang sat up straight. He looked at the masked man in front of He Erchi and suddenly grinned.
"He'erchi..." Longri Kuangyang chuckled and said, "He is the one I'm waiting for. You all should move away."
Heerchi was startled, then sheathed his sword and said, "Yes." After taking a look at the masked man, he strode to the surrounded giant man not far away, and ordered the cavalry to lift their alert in barbarian language.
Although all the cavalrymen were confused, but Long Ri Kuangyang always ordered them to move like a mountain, they could only put away their weapons and retreat together, staring at the giant man with wide eyes as he continued to walk down the short slope as if nothing had happened.
Heerchi frowned.
"He'erchi, these two people look very powerful. What are their backgrounds?" A cavalryman approached him and asked in a low voice: "And they can also speak our ethnic language. Are they also our ethnic group?" "
"Since the Wolf Lord specially waited for them here, it means he must be a very important person." He Erchi's face was gloomy and he ordered in a deep voice: "Don't stand here anymore. Rest when you need to. The rest of the people will rest immediately. Guard the perimeter and don't let others break in!"
The cavalryman responded and turned around to leave. Soon, twenty people were separated from the camp to guard the outside. The rest rested in place again. Although everyone was silent, all eyes were focused on that place. Down the short slope.
But he saw the giant masked man striding to the bottom of the short slope. Still without saying a word, he stood behind the tall and slender masked man like a mountain. His eyes as big as copper bells glanced. After taking one look at Longri Kuangyang, who was sitting on the animal skin and remained motionless, he lowered his eyes and stopped moving.
Long Ri Kuangyang just glanced at the giant man casually, and then his eyes fell on the masked man opposite again. His eyes were full of scrutiny, and there was a faint smile on his face.
The masked man standing opposite Long Sun Kuangyang was also examining this invincible God of War who was powerful in the Northern Wilderness.
For a moment, there was an indescribable subtlety between the two, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.
After a while, the masked masked people with a tall and slender slender and slender stepped forward, and then she sat on the snow at randomly and sat on her knees. The Dragon Wolf of the Yanbos has the courage to cover the world. Now I see it with my own eyes, and it really looks extraordinary. It seems that the wolf master is invincible in the name of the north, but it is not virtually. "
He said, and then pulled off the masked black scarf, showing a young man's face with a young man's face.
This person is not someone else, it really is the head of the mission of the Western Realm, Chongyuan.
"Chongyuan, missionary of the West Realm ..." Chongyuan Chaoyong's mad yang slightly pushed: "Come and visit the dragon wolf master."
"Chongyuan," Longri shrugged two stubborn eyebrows, staring at Chong Yuan's face like a torch, and said slowly: "I have heard of your name from the Lord of Tomorr. Seeing each other, it really has some origin, with such ability, and I will not be in this way. "
Chong Yuan smiled slightly: "Compared with the wolf owner, I am tantamount to fireflies compared with the wolf owner.
