One line mountain,
On one side, the snow and water melted, and the mountain flowers bloomed;
On the other side, the snow and ice were covered, and the cold wind was fierce.
An army returned from a long journey,
He walked at the front,
Behind him,
The soldiers were tired, and the camp was full of injured soldiers. But on everyone's faces, other than exhaustion, there was a sense of determination!
A round of battle had just ended,
The battle situation was not very good,
They could not beat it,
They really could not beat it,
The tribe that walked out of the Wilderness not only carried savagery, but also the power bestowed by savagery.
A few times,
A few times,
Their side had won less and lost more,
But it was not that there was no good news,
At least,
This time,
There was no defeat.
He was the one who led the army to the rear. Although he had paid an extremely heavy price, he had also finally given this side a dignified temporary end.
However,
He did not feel confused, nor did he feel discouraged,
Firstly, he did not value these things much,
What he cared more about was,
Before the next war, how much combat power could be replenished in his army.
At the same time,
He was also clear,
The serious losses caused by the previous few failures did not cause much harm. Instead, it made those tribes who wanted to watch the fire from the other side completely unable to sit still.
Jiuli was strong,
But from their leader down,
They were all a group of unbearably proud existences,
On the other hand,
Hehe,
That person,
Many consecutive defeats were defeats,
But after each defeat, the next time they fought, the army and strength on this side could become stronger than the last time.
There were some things that he did not want to say, and he was too lazy to point them out. There were clearly two times before that he would not lose, or rather, he would not lose so miserably, but he lost, and he lost very miserably, and directly caused a few tribes that were not on good terms with that person to be directly exterminated by Jiuli.
Sigh,
He stretched out his hand,
He signaled for the troops to stop and rest,
He found a patch of grass and sat down,
He had seen the big-headed man on Jiuli's side before. He was a very powerful existence, but he had never had the chance to fight with him to his heart's content.
But he felt that the big-headed man could not win.
He asked himself,
He was very similar to that person,
Too proud,
So proud that he disdained anything else,
Because of this,
When playing with that person,
He would definitely be the one who had the last laugh.
"Pu."
He spat out a stalk of grass from his mouth.
He suddenly felt bored.
If they fought, they fought. If they fought, they fought. If they fought, they fought. They fought to their heart's content.
Why did he have to go through so many twists and turns?
In the end,
They would probably fight and fight.
Defeat after defeat,
Instead, he lost a sure-win situation.
What was the meaning of this?
In the distance.
On the hillside.
A young girl with exquisite beads around her ankles ran over happily.
In her eyes,
Only the general sitting at the very front seemed to be deep in thought.
His armor,
So dazzling.
On the battlefield, it took a lot of courage to wear dazzling armor.
She plucked the flowers and plants around her and held them together. The flowers and plants condensed into a green bird that hovered around her.
She took out a pot of milk wine from her waist. This was the milk wine that the Northern Plains tribe had given to her mother, it was incomparably precious.
She placed the silver pot filled with milk on the green bird. At the same time, she used a dagger to cut off a strand of her hair and tied it to the green bird's tail.
"Go, go quickly. Tell him that I gave it to him."
The young girl waved her hand at the green bird.
The green bird flew up.
It flew in that direction.
Then, she seemed to be a little shy. She did not dare to witness the scene of the other party receiving her green hair and the green bird's message. She turned around and ran back.
She felt that she was already very straightforward and bold. Even the girls in the tribe would not be so bold as to directly express their feelings and feelings.
Moreover.
She was still the noble princess of the tribe.
But she really could not help it. Every time her father met him, she would secretly watch from the side. Watch him, watch him, watch him …
She remembered that at the beginning, he was just a lonely youth at the border of the tribe. In the end, he walked step by step to become a general.
Which girl did not yearn for love?
Which woman did not love heroes?
There were some things that were unclear and unclear in the first place.
It came so suddenly.
It caught people off guard.
It directly crashed into her heart.
The green bird flew over the mountain and arrived above the resting troops. Just as it found the target below and was about to fly down.
A low shout came:
"Fanyun."
Five thick iron chains suddenly burst out.
They directly locked the green bird.
Then.
"Bang."
There was a crisp sound.
The green bird, which had not completed its mission, exploded in the sky.
It turned into a piece of grass and fell.
He stood in front of the army.
His gaze darkened.
He said sternly to the soldiers around him,
"When we go back, we will start investigating. Let's see who dares to disregard the forbidden law and release the flying bird around the tribe!
It's really presumptuous.
Are you afraid that the news of the Jiuli spies won't be able to get out? "
At this moment, a strand of black hair fell down and floated under his feet. It was picked up by a deputy general beside him. The deputy general opened his mouth and said,
"The black hair is indestructible. This... this... this is the bloodline of the imperial family."
Then.
The deputy general looked at the black hair again.
He said to him with some difficulty,
"Maybe, it's an empress concubine."
He waved his hand disdainfully.
He sent the strand of green hair flying.
He said indifferently,
"There are so many empress concubines."
Then.
He pointed at the surrounding soldiers and said loudly,
"When the Jiuli tribe is destroyed.
After the war,
All of you.
You can worship the empress concubine! "
..
In the dark night, a huge bonfire burned with a blazing light.
A mountain was dug out from the middle. The inside was filled with flames. The valley was used as a brazier, and the sun, moon, and stars were used as a guide.
This fire.
It burned dozens of miles as if it was daytime.
Actually.
It was ignited.
Not only tonight.
Instead, it shone for an eternity.
At the foot of the mountain.
A group of people stood densely packed.
Everyone was cheering.
Everyone was jumping.
Everyone was celebrating.
The protracted war had ended. The divine continent had been established. The universe had been established!
In the middle of the mountain, there was a black altar. On the altar, there was a ferocious head.
His eyes were wide open.
With unwillingness.
With anger.
He kept his eyes open.
Looking at the noisy scene in front of him.
Even if he had already won, even if he had already succeeded.
However, among the countless people and Demon Gods present, not many dared to look directly at the head in the flames.
That head symbolized the true shadow, representing the terror that made one's heart palpitate.
This was an opponent worthy of respect.
He was also an opponent worthy of respect.
Even if he lost. Even if he lost. Even if he died.
But in order to prevent him from being resurrected.
It still needed a long time to set it up.
Opposite the valley.
There was a person sitting on the rock wall.
On the right.
On the left was his armor.
A set of armor riddled with scars.
There were countless terrifying marks left on it.
And on the left.
There were more than ten jars of wine.
To be exact, it was fruit wine.
As he drank, he looked at the head in the fire.
He recalled the battle.
The scene when he cut off his head with a single slash.
With the head and the wine.
Comfortable, comfortable, and satisfying.
He disdained to hide his attitude towards the victory of this war, and he would not pretend to have any respect for the leader of Jiuli.
He would not personally face the remaining captives of Jiuli and put on a magnanimous attitude of letting bygones be bygones.
That person liked it.
Then let him do it.
He was too lazy to think about these things.
He even felt a little regretful.
He regretted that he had cut off his head too early.
He was dead.
He was over.
Then.
If he continued to stay in this world.
In the years that followed.
How lonely would it be.
A mouthful of wine entered his throat. The fruit wine, which was not very concentrated, could also be spicy after adding the blood of the Demon God who had died in battle!
It was just a pity.
The war was over.
How could he find a reason to hunt the Demon God and use their blood to make wine?
Someone walked up the steps. He was dressed in casual clothes.
He sensed that someone was coming.
But he still ignored him.
During the day.
Thousands of people, gods, and demons kowtowed to that person.
Only he did not move.
He did not feel that he was out of place, nor did he feel that he was unique.
Under the scene during the day.
He even felt a little funny.
The people kneeling below.
How many of them were sincerely kneeling?
Most importantly.
He saw the existence standing in the middle.
At that time.
In the depths of the other party's eyes.
There was a strange look in the past.
Everything was changing.
Everything would change.
The thicker it is, the lighter it becomes.
What was interesting would become boring.
He raised his head.
Another mouthful of strong wine.
His gaze was a little blurry.
He looked at the head in the mountain fire in front of him.
He smashed a wine jar.
The wine flowed out.
Please take one.
In the fire, the corners of the lips of the head moved slightly.
Around the mountain, the people in white clothes in the altars were shocked. They began to reinforce and check the seal formation.
At the same time, angry roars came.
Who was it?
It was stirring up Chi You's remnant soul again!
"Drinking alone?"
A familiar voice came from behind him.
It carried a hint of vicissitudes.
The person sat down beside him.
He was dressed in coarse hemp clothes.
But at this time.
It seemed a little deliberate.
He remembered that a long time ago, a silkworm mother had given him a fine silk robe. That person wore it happily and walked back and forth in the tribe, deliberately showing off.
And during the day.
The Demon God of the West had given him a golden armor.
This person knew how to put it down.
He deliberately changed his clothes and came to his side.
He continued to drink and ignored the person beside him.
The person also picked up the wine jar and drank together.
The two of them sat very close.
They drank until the east was white.
The wine was finished.
The person said,
"Take charge of the Northern Army alone, monitor the Demon Gods of the Heavens, and then Shang the Empress Concubine!"
Give military power.
Give responsibility.
Give it to the princess.
Give it to her.
Give it all to you.
Just in exchange for your future.
Kneel at my feet!
If you want power, I can give it to you!
If you want glory, I can give it to you!
If you want dignity, I can give it to you!
I can give it to you!
He just shook his head.
He smiled.
In his laughter.
It had an ear-piercing meaning.
It was like the feeling he had when he was alone in the crowd during the day.
He patted his trouser leg.
He stood up.
He waved his hand nonchalantly.
He said,
"I … don't … get … up …"