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Chapter 1864: General Died in Hundreds of Battles

 I saw Murong Feng just standing there, his body still standing upright, but his blood had frozen into red icicles, and his two furry, ape-like hands, like forks, were deeply

It was inserted into his lower abdomen, and where the broken elbow was cut off, the bones were already green, and the meat and fat were not the usual red and yellow, but dark black, like dead pork that had been left for more than half a year.

, a stench that could be smelled clearly from dozens of steps away, even overpowering the smell of burnt corpses.

Murong Feng held a broken sword in his left hand. This was the sword he used to protect himself. Murong Lan recognized it. It was a peerless sword that had been tempered thousands of times. I don’t know how many dead souls had been under the sword. After following Murong Feng in the war for nearly twenty years, even a small child

The opening was not broken, but it was broken today. Even on the broken sword that I was holding, the blade was already riddled with holes, and even the blood groove was worn out of shape. Even if it was stabbed six or seven hard,

A layer of steel armor would not cause such damage.

As for his right hand, he is holding the half-cut spear tightly. Likewise, the head of the spear has disappeared, and the pole of the spear is pressed against his lower back to keep his body from falling.

On his body, two layers of silver armor had been beaten out of shape. In at least more than ten places, the armor plates had disappeared. The exposed skin was bruised and bloody, and even a wound on the chest had no muscles.

The white bones inside are exposed, and there are two tooth marks on the skeleton. After seeing it, people will have a strong sense of vomiting, because you will suddenly realize that this first warrior of the Yan Kingdom was not injured by the sword, but was injured by the sword.

It was like being bitten alive by a bunch of tigers and leopards.

Around Murong Feng, a pile of black and green pus was scattered on the ground, and a few teeth fell everywhere. Murong He's voice was trembling: "These, these are those, those medicine man monsters, monsters

, what’s left behind?”

Murong Lan's eyes sparkled with tears and she nodded: "Yes, the King of Yidu should have killed several monsters that besieged him. The monsters turned into pus after death, and the teeth were difficult to rot for a while, so...

"

Murong He couldn't bear it any longer. When he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of vomit spurted out, covering Li Bian's body next to him. The strong sour smell irritated Li Bian, who was almost unable to hold back.

He also opened his mouth wide, and the mixture of gastric juice and grains with a strong smell of sour steamed buns also covered Murong He's body.

Murong Lan ignored the two people behind her. She walked in front of Murong Feng. The Yan Kingdom God of War had been dead for a long time. Even his eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, but he was still holding on here.

In fact, he probably wanted to leave some signal to Murong Lan. Murong Lan looked around and saw that Murong Feng's neck was twisted at a strange angle, but the corner of his eyes was looking to the northwest, and he refused to close his eyes!

Murong Lan murmured: "I understand, King Yidu, by arranging your body like this, you want to tell us the whereabouts of those terrible medicine man monsters, right?!"

A sound of broken bones resounded from Murong Feng's neck bones. His head tilted, and finally his head hung down at a strange angle, almost turning over completely backwards. Everyone could see it clearly.

, his cervical vertebrae have been completely broken. Without the support just now, it would be impossible to maintain his shape. And in the direction he was looking just now, the camp door was wide open.

The dense footprints all lead to the unknown west. Obviously, that is what he wants to tell the people who come. Those terrible longevity medicine people have clearly gone to the west, towards Baisiwu!

Murong Lan gritted his teeth and stepped forward to close Murong Feng's eyes. His body could no longer support him and he finally collapsed to the ground. Blood flowed out from his seven orifices, which turned purple-black, and was mixed with the bitten ones.

Behind the skin, the exposed bones and internal organs are almost the same color. It can be seen that the poison of this immortal medicine man has also penetrated deep into his body with the bites and tears of his hands. It is difficult to say that this heroic warrior finally

Did he die from the poison or from those physical injuries?

Murong He finally recovered from the vomiting and bending state. He straightened up, looked at Murong Lan, and gasped: "He, is he really the King of Yidu? Then, the one who came just now...

…”

Murong Lan gritted her teeth: "That must be a thief who disguised himself as a thief. Damn the thief. Damn Qinglong. All of this is the conspiracy he set up. We have all been fooled by him. What he wants to harm is not Tuoba."

Gui, but our Majesty!"

Li Bian opened his eyes wide: "Princess Lan, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

Murong Lan turned around and ran towards the outside of the camp: "Quick, send the signal quickly and ask King Fan Yang to lead his army to meet Your Majesty immediately. These traitors want to kill Your Majesty, the Wei army, the Helan tribe, and the soldiers and horses of King Zhao."

Attract them all, then let them fight in a melee, and finally release the longevity medicine men to kill all the troops at once. In this way, all the heroes in the north will be destroyed, and these insidious Jin people can get the north without any effort!"

Murong He woke up from his dream and slapped his thigh suddenly: "What a vicious plan!"

Murong Lan had already got on her horse and rode out. Murong He and Li Bian chased after her and shouted loudly: "Princess Lan, wait for us, wait for us!"

Murong Lan's voice came from far away along the wind: "I caused the trouble. I will solve it. You guys hurry up and follow. It takes a brother to save a brother. Remember, a brother who has been bitten by a monster will turn purple from the wound."

Don't save the black one, give him a break as soon as possible to avoid becoming like the King of Yidu!"

Li Bian nodded and was about to turn around to give instructions when he suddenly thought of something and continued to shout in the direction Murong Lan was running: "The body of King Yidu..."

Murong Lan's voice traveled farther and farther, as if coming from outside the sky: "Burn, burn like all the corpses in this camp!"

Baisiwu, battlefield.

Tuoba Gui looked relaxed, sitting on a beech bed set up on a mound by the river, looking at the chaotic battlefield two or three miles away. White mist rose on the Hutuo River, shrouding thousands of troops and horses.

, there are several big flags vaguely visible, including the king's flag of Murong Yan, the military flag of King Zhao, the horse and cow flag of the Helan tribe, and the military flags of the Yu, Erzhu, and Baba tribes, mixed together, matching the war horses.

The sound of hissing and swords clashing shook the heaven and earth.

An Tong stood next to Tuoba Gui and looked behind him. They were gathering continuously, and then they were thrown into the battle group in batches. The Wei army with different tribal flags and totems breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally,

It should be withstood. When Murong Lin and Helan Lu attacked together just now, it was really mysterious. Why did Your Majesty believe that we alone with 20,000 troops can withstand the combined attack of the enemy's three major armies and one hundred thousand elite soldiers?

Woolen cloth?"

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