C40

"How is this possible?"

When he first saw Ink Yan light up, Murong Hao was furious.

No one was a Soul Douluo. Even if they died, they wouldn't be able to risk their lives before coming back. He had even made up his mind. If this were to create a ruckus that would cause him to end up in a human shape, he would definitely snatch the Wandering Dragon for himself first!

Who knew that the fire had started, but it was heading in the direction of the pursuers.

Murong Hao was very surprised. How was this possible?

"The 'Water Classic Note' clearly says that the Loess Plateau is short of water. Trees can be ignited, and the local wind often blows from the southeast. Why do you want to light the fire, but the fire is directed to the southwest?"

Why? Ink Yan just wanted to ask Murong Hao if he had read a lot, "The 'Water Meridian Note' only has a general description of the local terrain! But nature is vast and profound! The ten thousand types of topography have ten thousand different reasons to form! "

"I'll take the little forest where we are right now. Logically speaking, the local winds often blew from the southeast, even if one entered the forest, they would still continue to blow in this direction! But did you notice? The branches of the trees we passed were all falling towards the southwest. The branches to the southwest are much denser … "

"What do you mean?"

Hearing Ink Yan's words, Murong Hao quickly scanned the surrounding trees and confirmed that what she had said was true. Inspiration flashed through his mind, and he suddenly recalled that Ink Yan liked to study geography.

Ink Yan immediately shifted her gaze to the other side. The soldiers, who were originally in close pursuit, saw the black smoke coming out from the ground and the flames coming towards them. They all seemed to have seen a ghost and shouted as they ran back. Ink Yan's face couldn't help but reveal a proud look.

"Although we do not have time to explore why there is a southwesterly wind over the southeast wind landscape, this is the magic of nature. We can't defy them, but we can use them. "

Murong Hao nodded slightly, a look of understanding appearing on his face. However, he did not intend to persist on the "utilization theory" of Ink Yan for long, so he quickly changed the topic.

"So you've been planning to escape?"

"Are you afraid that you will be caught escaping in the night because you don't know the terrain around here? Have you been doing your homework?"

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Murong Hao was tongue-tied as he spoke. He really couldn't understand why even though he had accepted her as a maid to protect her, she still wanted to leave him?

To this, Ink Yan's answer was, "I am not a slave, I have great freedom in front of me, why do I have to lower myself to be someone's slave for the rest of my life?"

At the same time, outside the forest, Murong Nan, who had received rewards from the soldiers, stared at the thick smoke and fell into deep thought.

Before today, he had never felt that a slave was so hard to deal with. He had created a unique technique to enter the Sky Wolf Battalion, and had fought with the barbarians to the death several times. However, he didn't say that. He could even order the earth to flee into the forest and continue to resist by taking advantage of the terrain.

If this sort of military prowess was used on his subordinates, they would not even be able to escape into the forest. They would be finished. In comparison, Murong Nan had no choice but to admit, "This Ink Yan is quite interesting."

"So what do we do now? Prince of the South? "

"The criminals ran fast and cut off the way to catch up!"

The soldier's face was covered in smoke, making him look like a clown. Murong Nan, who was sitting on the horse, laughed. But from the soldier's eyes, Murong Nan's smile didn't seem real. The corners of his mouth lifted only a little, symbolically, and the left was even higher than the right.

Thus, he was ridiculing, or rather mocking.

"Since they won't let you chase them, then why do you want to chase them?"

The soldier didn't dare answer.

Murong Nan waved his hand and called the men over, ordering them to quickly surround the front, back, left, and right of the forest!

"Ink Moon is just playing a little tricks on us, we won't let her troops in! But in the end, she still has to come out! "

"Go, borrow from the Prefect!" Tell him to lend me the soldiers and surround the forest! Send someone else to shout for me. If I don't surrender, don't blame me for setting the forest on fire! This King would like to see how long a sly rabbit like her can last under such attacks! "

Yes!

Soon, the soldiers accepted the order and went their separate ways.

"Ink Yan!" The prince had already surrounded the forest! Why aren't you surrendering quickly?! "

"Otherwise, when the Prefect arrives, we will definitely enter the forest to search for him! "I'm afraid it won't be so peaceful then!"

The soldiers were shouting loudly, so that even from a distance, Ink Yan could still hear what they were shouting. Not only did Ink Yan hear it clearly, even Murong Hao, who was sitting on his wolf's back, heard it.

Compared to before, when Murong Hao was worried about Ink Yan, he was much calmer now.

"Imperial Uncle probably discovered at this time that the forest was actually stirred up by the southwest wind. It wouldn't endanger us if we set fire to it. That's why he borrowed people from the local government and wanted to win with a sea of people. "

"Now that I think about it, I'm sure that Royal Uncle has been usurping this position for a long time and already established a good relationship with this Prefecture Overseer. He has hardened his heart and wants to cut off my retreat."

While listening to Murong Hao's analysis, she jumped down from the white wolf and took out her quiver. Then, she started to draw the metal arrow with her Wandering Dragon. There was bound to be a fierce battle later. Survival depended on how much effort he put in.

Murong Hao looked at it for a few seconds and felt that the mark drawn by Ink Mist was like a bug crawling across the ground. It was crooked and very ugly to look at. But he didn't. Ink Yan was currently like a grasshopper on a rope. She would never kill herself.

At this moment, the first batch of soldiers began to move in from the edge of the fire under Murong Nan's orders. Many men's feet stepped on the dried branches of the pine trees. It was extremely loud in the silent forest.

The astounding sense of hearing of the White Wolf King instantly went from a half-lying state to an upright one. It bared its fangs and hissed at the surroundings, obviously inhaling with its black nose.

Someone had broken into the forest! Moreover, the quantity was not small.

Noticing these details, Ink Yan immediately stopped carving the arrow, started carrying her quiver, and climbed up the nearest tree trunk with her bow in hand.

After that, she pushed aside the dense pine needles and finally saw a figure less than thirty meters away from her. All of them were clad in cloth armor, holding onto large sabers. They were all wearing large military uniforms, and they were pushing forward in groups of three.

In the distance, there were five groups of soldiers, as well as a small official dressed in official uniform. Presumably, it was the Prefect who had been called over to help. In order to make a fortune in the future, he even blocked his own future.

However, these were not the main point!

After she set her gaze far away, she actually saw a figure riding a horse behind the layers of people. He wore a purple marten robe and his face was swollen. Although they did not meet face to face, but just from these characteristics, Mo Yan was still deeply shocked!

He hadn't thought that Murong Nan would personally ride his horse into the forest and watch the battle without any fear of danger!

This was really giving him a pillow out of a doze! Just as he was thinking about how to escape, the heavens actually sent Murong Nan, who was about to go crazy for the throne!

As soon as she was certain of the situation, she jumped down from the tree and urged Murong Hao to bring the white wolf to run towards a place where no one was around. He kicked up the flint again and climbed back up the tree. He wrapped the arrow with dried pine needles and lit it with a 'cha-cha' sound. Then, he aimed the arrow at Murong Nan who was supervising the battle the furthest …