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It was a pity that this stormy savage tribe had fallen into such a predicament, even sacrificing her only friend.

Humans are not as good as gods. Who said that the heavens really had eyes?

It was his "greed" that caused Zha He's death.

What he owed in his life was actually a man from a foreign country.

A wisp of soul wished that he would go with the wild woman. She was the one who loved him the most.

Hua Rong lied on the ground with her eyes closed. She was unwilling to see the sky above her head or the surrounding vegetation. Only Lu Wenlong's blood-stained hands were constantly pulling at her, as she said anxiously and sorrowfully, "Mother, Uncle Zha He is already dead, you can't die … I don't want you to die... "Mom, wake up …"

Too tired, too tired both physically and mentally.

The only friend in the world was also dead.

I will not kill Berenbergen because of me.

The summer wind was blowing in the forest, the grass was blowing on their faces, rising and falling, wave after wave, causing their faces to feel pain. Their ears were filled with heart-wrenching cries, the survivors of the Da She Tribe were mourning for their dead family, mournful for the souls they would never see again. Although a large majority of the children had survived this disaster, about 90% of the clan members were old or weak, and that included their most respected guests and their brave warrior, Zha He.

The setting sun was like a blood-red disc hanging in the sky.

A fire was burning in the clearing, but it was not the joys of the old days, it was the smell of death and sorrow.

The once passionate barbarian girl was now crying until her voice turned hoarse. Her bright eyes were now devoid of light. Barefooted, in a bark skirt, with a strange wreath on her head, she waited motionless by the side of the man she liked. If Zha He didn't die, and if he survived this war, she believed that the two of them could get together and get married, living happily ever after. The girl's mood was even more irrefutable than the sun in the middle of summer. She chased after the brave warrior with so much enthusiasm that he remembered that night and even drank the wine she had given him. He was filled with anticipation. Unexpectedly, this was the ending he was waiting for.

The wizard danced a ritual dance around the fire, hitting his face with a shell necklace until it bled profusely. The young girl did the same action as him. Soon, her gorgeous and wild forehead was dripping with blood. Blood was flowing down along with her tears. Her hair was disheveled and she looked miserable. This was called "Blood and Tears", and it was the greatest mourning of the living for the dead.

Hua Rong sat opposite to him, looking at the man that was already a "corpse". Death, was such a terrifying thing. Last night, he was even a living person, using his powerful hands to support his mother and son.

"Ouhatiah …" The wizard shouted loudly, indicating that the time was right. The dead spirit should follow the raging flames to a beautiful heaven, to the mysterious country of Da She, whom they worshipped.

Just as the two savages were about to lift Zha He and place him into the fire, the young lady suddenly jumped. He was ferocious like an explosive leopard as he carried Zha He and ran.

Everyone was stupefied, forgetting to give chase for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the young girl had already completely escaped the forest like a wild horse that had escaped its reins.

"Mother, she ran away. Uncle Zha He was killed by her …"

Hua Rong stood up and sat down again, blankly staring at the direction the girl was running in. Such strong and passionate love, Zha He.

Just this step.

She could not hear the commotion around her. She only raised her head to look at the blood-red sun. It turned out that the setting sun was the most terrifying sign of all. Every tribulation in his life was accompanied by it, and he was able to live and die from Shi Qi's setting sun at sea to the current setting sun in the forest. It was like a bane star's warning.

"The little boys, you are still alive. "It's good to be alive."

It was just a few simple words, but it was the regret he had been carrying all his life.

Actually, Zha He didn't know that it wasn't necessarily good for him to be alive. Living was even more difficult than dying.

Lu Wenlong quietly went to his side and looked at her anxiously. He had never seen his mother look at him with such a despairing expression before.

"Mom …"

Hua Rong suddenly stood up and walked towards the bonfire while holding his hand, and shouted loudly: "Let's go now, it's not safe here, Golden Army can catch up at any time."

The confused people all came back to their senses from their grief. Da She immediately asked, "Where should we go?"

"To the southwest. That place is neither the Golden Army's power nor Ye Lvdayong's power. "

"Yes."

The wild folk helped their old and young, rose from their grief, and absently fled in the twilight, desperate to find a temporary resting place. His home had been destroyed. Was the new land safe?

At this time, even the setting sun had completely rolled into the clouds. There was only a last bit of color left in the sky, but it suddenly became gold, causing people to be unable to open their eyes to look at each other.

Hua Rong looked at this tribe which had lost half of its forces. In front of him was the sound of children chattering away, and the children didn't understand grief. After crying for a while, they recovered their cheerful nature, thinking that this was a journey towards a new land. Life is like this, forget the grief to start again, so can live and continue forever.

The night wind was blowing and the singing was coming. The only sound that reverberated in the forest was the crying of the barbarian girl. The crying sound was echoing along with the wind. It was the song of their tribe's summoning spirit.

"Mom …" When Lu Wenlong opened his mouth, his tears fell again, "Uncle Zha He, he …"

Hua Rong's tears finally fell as she shouted in panic, "Mother, mother, what's wrong?"

She carelessly wiped her eyes and her face became calm again. However, Lu Wenlong could clearly see that his mother's eyes were filled with red tears — that was blood, drop by drop.

In the Golden Army's camp, Wan Yanhailing sat in his tent proudly as he drank fine wine and savored delicious food. "These delicacies are all deer and hare wild boars that escaped during the fire." Haha, this is the joy of war. To be able to taste such a natural barbecue. "Pity these beasts, they even grilled themselves and waited for us to eat."

He was a handsome man, one of the most handsome men in the female realms. He was only in his early twenties. However, such a person could not speak of such maliciousness and viciousness. Relying on his close brotherhood, he had advanced step by step, becoming the sole overlord of a region.

One of the scouts kneeled down, "Reporting to the general, Da She Tribe has fled to the south side of Flowery River."

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

"Yes."

When the scout went out, he picked up a piece of barbecue with even more pride and took a big bite, his handsome cheeks bulging strangely. This time, the scouts were in a hurry. They did not get to kneel down before reporting, "Reporting to the general, it's bad, Da She Tribe escaped …"

"Idiot, why did they run away?" Wan Yanhailing threw the roast meat in his hands away and stood up angrily, "My thirty thousand strong army is only a small one thousand troops, how can they possibly escape?"

"When they were crossing the river, large numbers of snakes gushed out and stopped us …"

"Quick, immediately take a detour and catch up. There's still a secret passage. Quick, there's only this one path. If we can't catch up, we'll kill you."

"Yes."

At the same time, in the temporary palace in Yanjing, a long-lasting convention had finally ended.

rubbed his eyes in exhaustion, thinking back to the time when he was still in Shang Jing, when he was still alive, everyone sat around the brick bed and talked about it with just a few sentences; but now, the little wolfhirsutism had completely turned towards the complicated etiquette of a Chinese man, the 'monarch', the one after another, replying, refuting, and everyone taking turns with Zou Dui, endlessly and tirelessly. He was furious. Since this assassination attempt was made on the throne of the emperor with the honorable and exclusive authority of the son of the Han family, why was it that when it came to the matter of relocating to the city, it was a different method of the Jinguo? The Joint-Stinger didn't seem to want to be Chinese, except for his throne.

Exodus! He had to move to the Yanjing and implement the true Song Liao system in order for the Jinguo to truly become a powerful empire. Otherwise, he would be trapped in the Cold Hole City for the rest of his life and would never have the chance to dominate the entire world.

Because of this protracted discussion, everyone was eating and drinking in the temporary palace, paying no attention to what was happening in the outside world. On this day, they finally had an idea, and the bored female nobleman returned home one by one. Just as Jin Wushu returned to his own residence, a guard came in hastily. "Fourth Prince, there's good news."

"What good news?"

"Wan Yanhailing has broken through the secret passage to attack Ye Lvdayong."

Jin Wushu was very surprised, "Why did Wan Yanhailing go there? That is not his territory! "

"He said the Wolf Master ordered it."

Jin Wushu was shocked, then suddenly thought of something: "How did they get through the secret passage?"

"They destroyed the Da She Tribe."

's heart trembled. Destroy Da She's tribe? How could that be? He had an oral agreement with Hua Rong, and the mother and son were still there. If they annihilated the Da She Tribe, wouldn't that mean that they, mother and child, would be annihilated as well?

He was furious and hurried outside: "Prepare the horses, we will stop Wan Yanhailing immediately. This little b * stard, with the power of a wolf master, actually dares to do such a thing in this crown prince's territory!"

A few guards were already running in front. Jin Wushu jumped onto the black horse and ran out. Behind them, Wu Qimai panted as he led his army and followed, feeling extremely uneasy in his heart: Why did Wan Yanhailing dare to so arrogantly and brazenly provoke the Fourth Prince?

The black horse's cry came from far away on the other side of the river.

Jin Wushu reined his horse and looked at the blazing fire in front of him with fear. The corpses of the snakes that were casually thrown into the river, driven into the river by the blazing fire were rolling around on top of the corpses, bringing about a strong fishy smell that made people nauseous.

"Someone, someone come quickly …"

When the Captain heard this, he went forward and kneeled on the ground, "Fourth Prince …"

Jin Wushu whipped him right in his face. "Bastard, who told you to attack Da She Tribe?"

Trembling, the commander covered his face. "It's General Hailing, it's him …"

"Where is the Mausoleum of Books?"

"They have already sent people to chase after the remnants of Da She's tribe …"

Jin Wushu couldn't hear what he was saying, and could only fearfully look around for corpses on the shore. He really couldn't imagine, if he could see his son's or Hua Rong's corpse! His voice trembled slightly. "Is the leader of Da She Tribe dead?"

"Reporting to Fourth Prince …"

The Captain had not finished speaking when An Han walked forward and knelt on the ground, "Fourth Prince, there is a child of the Da She Tribe who claims to be little prince …"

"Quick, where are they?"

"He ran away, he ran away with Zha He …"